#Chapter193
Guess Who?
Maggie
We arrived back at school and the house. The car ride exhausted me, and I had to deal with everyone’s bickering. Yep, that’s right. They bickered about bathroom breaks and where to eat.
Once we got back, I carried my bag to my room and tossed it onto the floor. Then I collapsed onto my bed. I hadn’t felt well since Christmas break.
Someone climbed on top of me.
/"Nash, I’m tired,/" I said into my pillow.
/"Aww, no kissy, kissy for your brother?/"
I screamed, and Marco flew off the bed.
/"I guess not./" He grinned.
Ugh.
/"Marco, Nixon is here for you to harass,/" Nash said.
/"Even better./" He got up. /"Nixon, my love, I’ve missed you!/"
/"I’m not gay for the last time!/" Nixon said.
I would laugh, but I felt lousy.
/"Denial, denial, denial!/" Marco said.
I rolled my eyes as Nash took a seat next to me.
I yawned. /"It seems like old times./"
